She doesn’t shout her story the walls have heard enough already. But if you lean in close, you’ll hear the thunder humming beneath her ribs. They call her soft like softness isn’t a kind of steel. They call her distant like she hasn’t been broken by every room that made her invisible. She was born quietly, but the stars know her name. And even when no one says it, God writes it across the sky: “Aurora ,the one I delight in.” She laughs, not because life is kind, but because her heart still dares to glow. She walks slowly, because every step is a victory over the weight of what she carries. And though the world doesn’t celebrate her enough, the heavens do. And on the day she entered this world July 22nd the light bowed a little lower, knowing a warrior was wrapped in the gentleness of a girl.